Yin's in Taiwan: Bad Hair Day

So I needed to get my hair done, and most of you know how nervous I was about that. I wouldn't go down the street because I figured they hadn't done that many white people's hair. John and I kind of got into it cuz he stated that I was being prejudice. So he asks the guys that does his mom's hair and this gentleman says that he's done white people's hair before. I specifically asked if he'd dyed white people's hair, to which my husband replied "he's done it"...

So off we go... this is just to meet him. He tells John that he can MATCH (pertenant word) any color. He asks what color I want my hair. I reply "The same color it is now." To which he replies "Which one?" Yeah, I know ... First Clue ... But I have faith or rather hope that he knows what he's doing.

The next day we go back. After about 15 minutes of trying to explain that I want a weave, we give up and decide an all over color will be fine. Yes I'm aware that idiot is written on my forehead! He starts by putting princess leya ear shields on me. I tried really hard not to laugh, and probably would have succeeded if I hadn't looked over at John. Now this man is painting my hair (no, not a play on words) while having a quizzical look on his face. It takes him probably 45-60 minutes to get it all on and now he's off doing other things.

John turns to me with concern in his eyes and asks "Is it suppose to look blue?"

To which I reply, in a very calm voice, "No, no, never had that happen before."

John: "Does it always take this long?"

Me: "Don't know. I've never had it sit on my hair for more than 15-20 minutes."

John: "Do you want me to tell him to wash it?"

Me: "Since it's blue and fastly approaching white, we may want to consider that option."

John: "Where'd he go?"

Great, now he's disappeared. My first thought is that he's screwed up and scared to face me. (I still think that's why.) About 10 minutes later he reappears and tells me it's time to wash it. - it's been well over an hour. Now when they wash your hair over here, it comes with a head massage. It was awesome!!! Almost enough to make up for the hair, but not quite.

He washes it and returns me to my area. You need to understand that I'm now sitting sideways because I can't bring myself to look into the mirror. My husband tells me it looks "golden". I did not however believe that he meant the color of gold. That is indeed what he meant. I finally get the courage to turn around and almost cried. There's my hair - gold and white. But the gold kinda looks more orange than gold. And to top it all off, because the new hair color is in such contrast with my old, you can still see my roots. How fun!!! We pay we leave... I'm still not talking. My kids are just starring. They want to know why I colored my hair yellow.

My husband then informs me that I can tell him "I told you so"... to which I reply "Do I really need to say it outloud? Seriously? Do you need to be told that, or is that just something that you should already know?" He tries to make me feel better by asking the kids "So how does mom's hair look?" My loving son, who always tells me I'm pretty or beautiful, looks at me and states "Do I really have to tell you?"

That night my husband tells me I look like the Elf off of Lord of the Rings. The next day he pretends to shoot an arrow at me from across the room.

Don't go to school the next day - Yogi (friend - not bear) texts me and asked where I am. "Bad hair day" is my reply. Go to school the next day - she takes one look at me at burst out laughing. And it's one of those snort laughs, like when you're drinking something and someone does or says something unexpected and milk comes out your nose. She then apologizes, says "Sorry, but it's damn funny! What did you do?" So all throughout class she keeps looking over at me and giggling. Her comment yesterday to me was "When are you going to do something about (pause to circle her finger in the air around my head) that?"

So I still haven't fixed "that", I figured I better wait a couple weeks so that it doesn't end up falling out. Because then the next blog would be "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow". My husband is way impressed that I can laugh at it too.

So for those of you who skimmed through the pictures to find one... seriously? you thought I would take a picture... yeah, right!! This ranks right up there with when I was 7 months pregnant with the girls and put on a purple swim suit and Janet told me I looked like a grape.

So needless to say, no pictures...

Anyway....

We went to the beach last weekend and it was fabulous. Yule's friend lives in a gated community by the ocean and they have a community swimming pool. It was the perfect temperature!! They make you wear a swim cap though. And we were the only ones out because everyone thinks it's too hot.

We made it through our first Typhoon. It did pretty extensive damage down south and 11 people died. They showed pictures on the news of how roads just fell away from underneath. It was crazy. Supposedly it's pretty safe in the city though. I didn't think it was that big of deal. Just a lot of rain and wind. But then again, it went mostly over the middle of Taiwan, not the northern part where we live. I'll let you know if a bigger one hits us.

I also felt MY first earthquake the other day. Apparently there was a really big one when we first got here, but I didn't feel it cuz it was at like 1:00 in the morning. I guess we have little ones all the time. Kind of like California. Once again, not a big deal, especially when I can't feel them.

Our stuff finally arrived this past week. It was awesome to have dishes and silverware again. And I'm just waiting anxiously for John to figure out how to hook it up. We were way excited. We now have our computer set up and we're hooked up to the net. Hopefully I can respond to you guys a little faster now that I don't have to wait to go down to the coffee shop to do it.

This is the swimming pool at the gated community. It was the best ever!!